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Hi I'm back again hope everyone's Christmas was well! In spirit of the just past holiday I want to post some batfam hc's of mine Christmas edition!
Bruce: I feel like Bruce can go two ways either holiday wine mom and last minute prep mom. He either is on a couch watching movies with the kids sipping some nice wine OR he's the parent that piles everyone in the car last minute for a present/meal item and triple checks everything 5 hours before people are supposed to be at the house.
Dick: I feel as like the oldest sibling he's in charge of making sure Bruce doesn't go crazy during the holidays. I also feel like he gets those like family ugly sweaters for everyone and if your not wearing it he'll make you feel bad and guilt trip you about it for WEEKS LIKE- " Oh you don't wanna go out to hang? Remember that time I got us all cute sweaters and you decided to make me really sad and not wear it?" ( It works every time.)
Jayson: He's honestly super stressed during the holidays even if he doesn't show it. Poor baby😭 he's tryna figure what gifts to get his siblings. Cuz what do you get the children of Bruce Wayne?? He could snap his fingers and you'd have it. So I think in typical Jason fashion he just gets like gag gifts or gives them like his old weapons/gear that they always bug him about (cuz they think it looks cool).
Tim: I feel like Tim's the type that if they did a secret Santa he's now going to stalk them for like 3 weeks before Christmas and find the most perfect gift after stalking and a lot of calculations. Oh what does he want? Sleep and he's favorite brand of coffee.(I think he'll take the simplest gift anyways so he just asks for coffee.😂)
Damian: Damian's lost and he's barely holding on by a thread. I believe he's never experienced holiday season like this before. I feel when he was still with the LOA they did something small on only Christmas, so coming to America and experiencing the holiday rush between Thanksgiving and Christmas. He probably decides to go hang out with Jon between holidays because it's calmer and if he stays in that house any longer he's gonna murder one of his brothers. I think the first he saw Bruce stress over gifts he almost fainted. I mean he's dad is BATMAN. He's seem him take on foes stronger than him and now he's worried if he should give Cass a barbie or tickets to Wicked?!? It kinda throws him off. But after awhile he decides to help and just like his dad has notes and it takes even LONGER 😂. The whole experience make Damian see why Bruce is so stressed for the holidays.
(plz interact if you want a part!2. Also comment or put it in my asks I don't bite! and I wanna hear your thoughts)😁
Part four of Jon and the Wayne’s: poker night.
“Alright,” Jason said, grinning. “Place your bets, demon.”
Damian glared at him, hands tightening on his cards. “I am not losing to you again, you human scratching post.”
Tim hummed absentmindedly sitting next to Jason, more focused on his book then on the game.
“Wow. You guys are really mean at this game.”
Damian looked to Dick, taking a sip of his water while assessing his cards.
“Grayson, are you in?”
Rick smiled, putting his cards down with a hum. “Oh I fold harder than if my own weapon shatters my skull, Dami.”
“Wow.” Jason rolled his eyes, looking over his hand at Dick.
“Dramatic much?”
“Okay.” Damian said with a sigh after assessing his cards. “I’m in. Duke?”
“I thought I mentioned I’m not very good at this game.” Duke mumbled. It didn’t help that his eyes lit up every time he got a really good hand. He tried sunglasses but they reflected his hand to everyone else.
“Ok.” Tim said, still not putting down his book. “I’m all in.”
Jason pinched the bridge of his nose, looking over at the other. “You don’t have any money left.”
Tim shrugged. “Oh, I know. I just didn’t want to leave the circle yet.”
“And I call it,” Jason said, turning his head to Damian. “What do you got?”
Damian smirked and looked up, putting his cards down. “Watch out disappointments, because I am straight.”
Tim snarked under his breath.
“Not what Jon thinks.”
Before Damian could kill him Jason cleared his throat.
“Well hope back in that closet because I have a full house, bitch.”
“God damn it!” Damian said, throwing his cards down in a huff.
“There there Dami it’s alright.” Dick smiled, rubbing his back.
Damian hugged at him and looked through his lashes scathingly.
“That was my budget for more animals.”
Dick gasped and turned to Jason with a frown.
“You barsterd.”
“Go cry to Wally about it.” Jason monotoned at dick.
“Can I please be done now?” Duke asked, sitting back.
“Yeah, I’m done too.” Damian scoffed.
“I’ll keep playing.” Tim said absently.
“You don’t have any money.” Jason scoffed.
Tim thought for a minute.
“I could beg my suit-“
Jon walked in to find the other sitting on the floor of the batcave. He went over to dick and sat down next to him. “Hey, what are you guys doing?”
“Getting robbed.” Damian snarked.
“Hey kid,” Jason asked, turning to his new victim. “You know how to play?”
Jon stared at him blankly, pausing before saying airily.
“I don’t remember.”
“You got money on you?”
“Yeah.”
“Sit down I’ll deal you in.”
Dick turned incredulously to Jason.
“Wha- hello? What do you think you’re doing?”
Tim looked up, folding his books page.
“I don’t think he knows how to play Jay.”
Jason turned to face Tim, raising an annoyed eyebrow.
“So? You don’t know how to play this game either-“
Dick cut Jason off with a scoff.
“Yeah! And now he has no money.”
“It’s ok.” Tim said. “I don’t need to buy… food.” He trails off, thinking.
“It seems you maaay be trying to take advantage of him.” Duke mused.
“That’s not very honourable, Todd.” Damian said.
“Yeah, yeah. Ok kid, I bet 100.” Jason said, turning back to Jon who was inspecting his cards.
Jim looked up blankly, before responding.
“Hmm. I guess also a hundred.”
Dicks head snapped to Jon.
“Woah- hey kid no-!”
“No interrupting.” Jason shot at dick.
“What do you got?”
Jon looked at his cards, before looking back up. He turned them. “Is this anything?”
“Oh.” Tim said. “Hey he won.”
“No he didn’t.” Jason sighed.
“Oh.” Tim said, picking up his coffee. “Hmm. I don’t know how to play.
“And I have two pairs. So I’ll be taking that.” Jason said, leaning into the middle and scooping up the money. He grabbed the deck.
“Jason! This is disgraceful.” Damian said, glaring at him.
“I don’t think you’re being very fair.” Tim shrugged.
Jason rolled his eyes and dropped a fifty in Tim’s lap. “Shut up, go buy yourself something pretty.”
Tim nodded, pocketing it. “Ah. Hey thanks.”
“Can we play again?” Jon asked.
“Kid,” Jason smirked. “If you’ve got money we can play all day if you want.”
“No! No. Ok? I am putting a stop to this.” Dick said, standing up.
“You back up,” Jason started. “Or I’ll tell Wally how much money you lost.”
“…sitting dooooown. Carry on.” Dick smiled, strained.
“Exactly.” Jason turned to Jon. “You bet first kid.”
Jon looked at his cards, merely a glance.
“Ummmm. Can I bet 500?”
“Woah.” Tim said, eyes widening as he finally put down his book and picked up his mug, ready to watch this tv shit.
“Kid, why?!” Dick asked, exasperated and concerned.
“Mmm.” Jon said, unfazed. “500s my favourite number.”
“Okay,” Jason said nodding. He was getting into this. “I raise you, 200.” He said, thinking that was a high bet.
Without pausing or faltering Jon just said.
“I raise you 500.”
“Uggh.” Damian huffed, knowing his best friend was loosing all his money.
“Oh my god!” Dick groaned, massaging his temples.
“And I call it,” Jason said, smirking at the newbie. “You ready for this?”
Dick on the side sighed.
“Please god tell me you have nothing.”
“Four of a kind.”
There was audible groaned around the room as Jason leaned forward to collect his money.
“How do you even look yourself in the mirror Jason.” Damian snarked.
“Like this.” Jason said, then flipped them off with a smile.
“That’s true actually.” Tim said, “I’ve seen him doing that.”
“Nice try kid?” Jason smirked, putting his hand on the pile. “We can try again if you want-“
Jon placed his hand on Jason’s, eyes glinting and that blank expressing staying the same, but with a new aura.
“I have a royal flush.”
The room went dead silent.
“Huh?” Dick finally broke the silence. Damian just gaped at his friend.
Jason stared at the cards in front of Jon, fuming.
“What”.
“Pretty sure that’s the highest.” Jon said, letting himself a smile. “Four of a kind is only the third highest.”
“Uhmm.” Dick said, unsure what to do.
Tim looked quizzical and questioned.
“I thought you said you didn’t know how to play?”
“Did I?” Jon asked, folding his money and counting the bet.
“I can’t remember.”
“Did you just hustle me.” Jason growled, glaring.
Jon looked at him, and smiled.
“I don’t know Jason.” He quipped. “Did I?”
“He hustled you!” Dick whisper yelled happily.
“This games more fun then I thought.” Duke said offhandedly.
“You sneakily little punk ass.” Jason said, stareing at him.
“Oh, and Jason.” Don said friendly.
“You might want to check the mirror you’ve got some egg on your face.”
“Ohhh! He’s dead!” Dick celebrated.
“Well done Jonathan.” Damian said, offering him a quickly masked smile.
“He hustled you! You idiot!” Dick cackled.
“Shut up!” Jason spat, embarrassed.
“Haaaah.” Dick wheezed.
“I can’t breath-“
part before this: Jon sets Jason up.
part after this: Bruce is an accident or slut
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Part three of Jon and the Wayne’s! This time with Jason.
“Hello other murder hobo kind of adopted brother.”
Jason looked up at Jon, a kindly offended and a little weirded out expression on his face.
“I don’t know that I ever consented to this.”
Jon looked up at him blankly, not faltering.
“I didn’t know you had a choice in the matter.”
Jason paused, and nodded.
“That’s actually incredibly fair considering my track record.” He mused.
“How can I help?”
Jon looked blankly at him, before sighing.
“Can I have 20 bucks to go get FroYo?”
“Sounds like a lot for FroYo.”
“I like FroYo.”
“Why aren’t you asking Bruce?”
“I did.”
“And what did he say?”
“No.”
“So then why are you asking me?”
Jon scoffed at Jason’s questions? Crossing his arms and leaning on his back foot.
“Because he’s not the boss of you.”
Jason inhaled very deep into his nose before letting it out ate starting at the floor, slowing looking up and Jon and taking to himself.
“Oookay it’s a trap, it’s a trap, you know it’s a trapped, you’ve trained for this, calm down-“
“You said he was a depressed caffeine addicted little bitch.” Jon said, raising an eyebrow and adjusting his beanie.
Jason, looking back at the boy and shifting on his feet said, rather loudly.
“That doesn’t reflect my beliefs, actually!”
“You’re sweating.” Jon said, fighting the little smirk off his face.
“No I’m just dying, it’s been happening for a while actually.” Jason hugged back, tugging on his collar while glaring down at the boy.
“Isn’t that so sad? Lest talk about that for a while.” He added, trying to veer the conversation off its plotted course.
Jon swigged, playing all off and glancing away.
“I mean, look, I get why you’d be scared of Bat-dad.” He said, baiting Jason.
Jason fell hook line and sinker.
“I AM NOT-“ Jason started but was cut off by a clattering of metal in the distance. He froze, before leaning closer to Jon and hissing.
“I am not scared of him.”
Jon knew he had him.
“Really? Because I heard he could kick your ass. Even when you were fully red-hood.”
Jason shit up and said loudly.
“Well he is entitled to his-“
He hissed this park:
“Very wrong.”
Before being all loud again.
“Opinions!”
Jon tilted his head.
“So he couldn’t take you in your heyday?”
Jason glared at him.
“I resent that wording and I could take him right now and I wouldn’t need a gun to do it.”
Jon acted interested and looked at Jason, putting on his best innocent curious face.
“What would you need?”
Jason fell again, much to Jon’s delight, and replied.
“Katey Perry playlist, a surround sound-system, and a crowbar.”
Jon put on his best shocked face and turned his tone lighter.
“Really? It’s that easy?”
Jason smirked and leaned down.
“Like a cat in the fucking bathtub.”
“But, I mean, if he’s so easily bodied by you, why would you fear saying yes? Why wouldn’t you contradict him on the FroYo thing?”
Jason considered it and looked both ways. Knowing his reputation was on the line he pulled a twenty out of his vest and held it out to Jon.
“Here you go, young Kent.”
“Thank you.” Jon said sweetly, about to walk away before turning on his heel.
“Oh, I forgot one thing. Thank you, and, WE GOT ‘IM!”
Bruce, who was standing behind Jason, placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned down to whisper.
“What was that about Katey Perry?”
“. . . AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH”
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